In my quest to complete the Big Read List, I'm reading Catcher in the Rye. Maybe it is a book you should read as a teenager, because it is killing. me. slowly. Seriously. In the last few months I have been a book junkie, but after picking up this little baby, it has completely killed every single ounce of joy I have recently experienced while reading.
I'm in a bit of a quandary over the whole issue. I could put it down and move on to a book I'm actually interested in reading, but my bookshelf is filled with half read books. Also, I've made a goal and I'd like to stick to it. Even if it means finding out why Salinger insists on writing such an unlikeable character that RAMBLES on, and on, and on. On the other hand, why am I so fixated on reading a book that is painful for me to read? Doesn't that completely defeat the purpose? I'm certain my life will be just as fulfilled if I move on. I also have 20 books sitting on my nightstand screaming "pick me, pick me" every night when I climb into bed.
Any suggestions?
